It would be safe to say, I’ve never been in this situation before.
Sure, I’ve moved a few times in my life. Well, actually quite a few times. Lived in seven different homes growing up. Then moved around too many times to count during my university years. Then, after marriage, another thirteen places, if I counted right. I’ve lived in this house now for the past eight years. But it’s time to move on. And the sale closes this week.
Moving is a purging experience. First, the unimaginably boring job of packing. That’s where the purging starts. It’s amazing how much you accumulate over the years—and how much of it you no longer need. Besides, it’s easier throwing some of that stuff into a garbage bag than stacking it neatly into a box.
Downsizing encourages the purging. This monster home was never intended to have a mere two or three people rattling around in it for these years. Build it, live in it briefly, then flip it—that was the plan. But, alas, the economy tanked at the wrong time. For seven years we waited for the turnaround, and this year it finally came.
But, again, plans went a little sideways, and I find myself moving temporarily into a furnished suite, my stuff going into a storage unit, while I wait for the home I bought to become available. More purging required. Keep this, toss that, keep this, toss that. Whoops, I kept two things in a row. Now I have to toss two things in a row!
And then there are the bigger items: the canoe, the sixteen-foot ladder, the utility trailer. Good thing I have a few friends to store things with.
At times like this, we discover what we actually need and what’s useless. A veritable metaphor of life, I think. Transitions cause us to reflect, re-evaluate, what’s important to us, what we need to jettison from our lives, and what we need to carry forward.
But, I digress.
Wait a minute: there’s another glitch. I have to be out of here and have this place cleaned by Saturday noon. But I don’t get my rental suite until Sunday noon. So my clothes, food, computer equipment, personal items, etc. have to ride around with me for a while, or get stuffed into my storage locker for 24 to 48 hours. Who planned this anyway?
I guess, personally, I’ll be homeless for a night. Good thing I’ve got friends. Multiple offers for a stay-over.
As it turns out, that homeless night happens to be Halloween! Scary!
Is this what the homeless live through every night? I’m blessed not to have to pitch my tent down by the tracks. And not to have to store my stuff in a shopping cart.
Life is good! I’ll spend some of my homeless time at a Halloween party, I guess, stay with friends overnight, then start a new, purged, chapter the next day. An excellent transition, methinks.
And my business will keep ticking along without interruption.
Transitions can be good. Yes, life really is good.
Rent 2 Own tip:
Always do your due diligence. There are some “sleazy” operators out there who prey on unsuspecting rent 2 own clients and do not set them up for success. Here are some things to watch out for: the operator doesn’t delve into the details of your financial situation; the operator tries to get you to sign a very short term (e.g., one year or less) for you to get qualified for a mortgage; the operator doesn’t have a solid lease-option agreement; the operator doesn’t encourage you to have you to get independent legal advice from your lawyer; or, the operator is vague about details and “what if” scenarios.
Always work only with a professional Rent 2 Own company, and do your due diligence. Make sure they have well-drafted, lawyer-designed documents, have professional certification, and a track record.
Quote of the Week:
Remember that there is no happiness in having or in getting, but only in giving. Reach out. Share. Smile. Hug. Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on yourself. – Og Mandino